The inertia of the truck was extremely great, and the resistance to hit the guardrail did not force it to stop immediately, and continued to move forward for a while before slowly stopping.

A short section of the front end of the truck, vacated outside the overpass, was still emitting black smoke, and the people watching were terrified.

Through the windshield, Song Qingchun could see the driver in the driver's seat of the big truck in front of him, leaning crookedly against the glass window, with blood on his head, dripping down.

With such a bloody picture, Song Qingchun's stomach twitched, and he subconsciously took his eyes back.

The horror of the rest of her life after the catastrophe made Song Qingchun's breathing a little difficult, she raised her hand, fell off the car window, and the warm spring breeze blew into the car, bringing a light floral fragrance.

Song Qingchun's heart was relieved, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's so dangerous!" ”

Before she could wait for Su Zhinian's response, she smelled blood, and it burrowed into her snort.

The smell of the trucker's blood came so quickly?

Song Qingchun frowned slightly, and then heard Su Zhinian's faint voice in his ears: "Tingting? ”

Tang Lin Ruofeng spread

Song Qingchun subconsciously turned his head and looked at Su Zhinian beside him.

The man's face was as pale as paper, and his perfectly curved side face, stained with bright red blood, ticked down his jaw, fell on the white shirt, and bloomed in clusters of bright red flowers.

Seeing this scene, Song Qingchun felt as if he had been knocked on the head, and his expression was instantly stupid.

Su Zhinian's car, when the truck was still some distance away from them, stepped on the emergency brakes and stopped, and the truck didn't hit their car at all, but why was Su Zhinian injured?

And, moreover......

Song Qingchun stared at Su Zhinian's head, looked at it for a while, seemed to notice something, turned his head in a daze, and looked at the driver in the truck.

Both were bleeding from the left side of their brains......

The truck driver was injured because he had a traffic accident, but Su Zhinian sat in the car with a good look, why was he injured like the truck driver?

Who can tell her what the hell is going on?

Su Zhinian coughed intermittently for a while before he reluctantly opened his mouth, and his voice was weaker than just now: "Tingting, you, are you okay?" "At the end of the Ming Dynasty, he was dominant

Song Qingchun, who was completely stunned by this incredible scene, heard Su Zhinian's voice, rolled his eyes in a daze, and after a while, he met his eyes.

Although she didn't say anything, he could still see that she was fine, and the big stone he was carrying in his heart finally settled, and he smiled at her a little weakly, and said with difficulty, "You're okay, it's okay......"

As soon as Su Zhinian finished speaking, he coughed violently, and there was blood in his mouth, which sprayed on the steering wheel.

Song Qingchun seemed to have been slapped hard, and suddenly came back to her senses, she first shouted his name, and then tears fell: "Su Zhinian, what's wrong with you?" How can you get hurt? Are you kidding me? Su Zhinian, tell me what the hell is going on? ”

The driver in the truck had already fallen into a coma, and Su Zhinian relied on his strong consciousness to keep himself awake for a short time.

He knew that she was at this time, and he couldn't believe what he had seen, but he couldn't explain the cause and effect of the matter to her in detail.